Chapter 66

Chapter 66

The deafening roar made people's hearts pound with fear.

Sensing danger, Billy shoved the door open and looked anxiously at Owen: "Mr. Wilton, are you alright?"

Owen looked at me, about to pull out his gun, when another massive explosion rang out.

The entire ground began shaking violently, and the club started swaying dangerously.

Owen lost his balance and stumbled to the ground.

The roar of bombers overhead continued without pause. This sudden terrorist attack threw Owen's men into chaos and left Owen himself rattled.

His expression instantly turned serious as he quickly went out to organize a counterattack.

And I took the chance to escape.

On Sycamore Avenue, a black military SUV raced down the road like a wild horse.

I sat in the back seat while Kai drove, glancing at me with concern.

"Mr. Smith, your wound has reopened."

Bright red blood gushed from the wound on my shoulder, quickly soaking through a large patch of fabric on my black tactical jacket.

I rolled up the sleeve of my jacket, exposing part of my arm. Red blood slowly spread along the rolled-up sleeve, dripping onto the black seat drop by drop.

"I had Brian wait at the manor," Kai said, seeming to feel he'd taken matters into his own hands, his tone softening a bit. "Mr. Smith, should we head back to the manor now?"

I gave a casual grunt in response.

Kai floored the gas pedal and sped toward The Smith Manor.

I leaned back in the rear seat, resting with my eyes closed.

"Those bombers that just flew over—they're from the shipment that arrived a couple of days ago, right?"

"Yes," Kai answered.

"I was just wondering when I'd get a chance to test out those bombers!" I said, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly in a light sneer.

"Kai, tell David to blow Owen's club to smithereens!"

Kai nodded. "Yes."

After receiving the order, Kai turned on the car's Bluetooth and called David, passing along my instructions.

After hanging up, Kai ended the call.

Just then, a news bulletin suddenly came over the car radio: "Breaking news: ten minutes ago, a shooting occurred at St. Westbridge University. A graduate student from Astoria was shot and has been rushed to Tranquil Hospital for emergency treatment. Based on the scene, this international student is in critical condition..."

Hearing this news, I immediately frowned.

A sense of dread washed over me. I quickly pulled out my phone and called George.

He answered right away: "Mr. Smith, what are your orders?"

I asked directly: "Is Ella with you guys right now?"

George's tone carried guilt: "Mr. Smith, Ms. Thorne just said she was going to the restroom. We couldn't follow her in, and now we've lost track of her. There was just a shooting at the school..."

I immediately hung up and frantically called Ella.

The call connected, but no one answered. I called several more times with the same result.

Putting down my phone, I looked urgently at Kai, my tone rushed: "Go to Tranquil Hospital, now!"

Kai quickly spun the steering wheel, made a U-turn on the spot, and floored it toward Tranquil Hospital.

The black SUV's sudden U-turn in the straight lane caused a chain of rear-end collisions behind us.

In just ten minutes, the black SUV pulled into the entrance of Tranquil Hospital.

Before the car had even stopped, I impatiently pushed open the door and jumped out.

After Kai parked the car and tried to catch up, I was already out of sight.

I sprinted toward the emergency building. Spotting a doctor, I grabbed him and asked urgently: "Where's the graduate student from Astoria who was just brought in?"

The doctor I'd grabbed by the collar looked completely confused, taking in my outfit.

Tactical jacket, combat boots, an injured shoulder with bright red blood running down my arm and dripping on the floor, plus my rough behavior—radiating a volatile energy. He probably figured I was some kind of terrorist.

He stammered: "On—on the third floor."

I ordered bluntly: "Take me there."

The doctor nodded frantically: "Okay, okay, this—this way."

I followed the doctor to the emergency room.

After bringing me there, the doctor quickly left.

Outside the emergency room, I stood straight, eyes fixed on the door, fists slightly clenched, fingertips unconsciously rubbing together.

Just then, a female doctor passed by. Seeing my still-bleeding hand, she approached with concern: "Sir, your shoulder is injured. Why don't you come over here and let me treat your wound?"

My gaze remained fixed on the emergency room door. I didn't even look at this kind doctor.

The female doctor looked at me and couldn't help but try again: "Sir, let me take you over there to treat your wound, okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, I turned my head, my sharp gaze sweeping over her.

The female doctor's heart jumped at my look.

I asked expressionlessly: "Can you go into the operating room?"

The doctor nervously swallowed and nodded: "Yes."

"Then go in and tell the doctor treating that Astoria graduate student," I threatened coldly, "if he can't save her, I'll blow up this entire hospital!"

The doctor's whole body shook with fear. Unable to speak, she clutched her tray and hurried into the emergency room.

Twenty minutes later, the emergency room door opened.

I stared intently at the injured person being wheeled out on a gurney.

A young woman, but not Ella.

I raised my hand to stop them and asked, "Who is she?"

The lead surgeon answered anxiously: "The female student who was shot at St. Westbridge University."

Hearing this, I let out a small sigh of relief and gave a slight sneer, stepping back.

The lead surgeon wheeled the injured person away.

Kai had been standing behind me for a while. Once he confirmed the shooting victim wasn't Ella, he walked over.

"Mr. Smith, since Ms. Thorne is fine, why don't you get your wound treated? Your shoulder keeps bleeding."

I turned my head to glance at my shoulder.

After getting my shoulder wound treated at Tranquil Hospital, I got into the back seat of the black SUV.

Kai found a clean black shirt in the trunk and handed it to the back seat.

"Mr. Smith, your clothes are covered in blood. Put this on first."

I took the shirt, took off the blood-soaked tactical jacket in the car, and changed into the shirt Kai had given me.

Kai got back in the driver's seat: "Mr. Smith, should we head back to the Smith Manor now?"

I buttoned up the shirt one button at a time and said, "Go to St. Westbridge University."

Kai closed the door and started the car.

We arrived at St. Westbridge University.

I pushed open the car door, got out, and walked through the campus gate.

I know I'm good-looking—blond hair, silver-gray eyes, a high nose bridge, wearing blue earrings, with tattoos spreading from my chest to my neck.

The black shirt and trousers framed my tall, lean figure, radiating a wild, sensual edge, tempered by a ruthless, streetwise swagger, all wrapped in an air of mystery that made surrender feel inevitable.

Today was new student registration day. The campus was bustling with people coming and going.

It seemed the recent shooting hadn't affected the lively atmosphere at all.

Many students passing by couldn't help but look at me.

Since childhood, countless women—even men—had thrown themselves at me.

And yet, that infuriating Ella shunned me as if I were poison.

I walked along, lost in thought.

Could she have run away again, like last time?

Ella, how dare you?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.